Memos from the Universe

The Divine does for each of us
what we cannot
or will not do
for ourselves.

Gently at first
the message
whispered softly to us from afar.

As we turn away -
resisting the pull of
Grace . . .
it grows from a distant hum
to a booming siren
tearing at our ears,
a blazing beacon
burning our eyes,
a sudden heaving
of the very earth on which we stand.

As the air quiets, the sky fades
and the earth calms
we are left to find
the broken shards
and are challenged to rebuild
by the Divine.